When it rained,It hailed miserably, now soft white flakes drift from the sky and blanket the ground in a clod cloud, as i tread to school in 10 degree weather, covered from head to toe i reflect on my weekend through the essence of music. I pause at the top of the hill be4 i head on to campus, and i close my eyes. I then invision the lights, sounds
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